Playing Vengeance as the killer, I thought a few of the kill messages were pretty cool.
Killer killing the detective / Undead Provacateur killing the Imperial Inquisitor:
You close in upon Aelya, a stern expression upon your face. As you grab her by the shoulder, she turns quickly, lashing out at you with a gilded saber. You back away, unbothered by the sneer that has formed on your own lips. "I see you for what you are," she yells over the din of the battle that rages around you. "So you do," you reply, "Yet let us see how the Light welcomes you this day - triumphant, or defeated." You approach, abandoning blade - for you need none. Steel rings against the bone of your arm as you smile, the flesh parting beneath the offending blade but the bone beneath holding it. You yank with your arm, ripping the saber from her grasp and flying across the wall. The fighting continues for a time, her armed with a rapier and you using only your body as a weapon. Blows are exchanged, but ultimately the tireless nature of your undeath grants you superiority. Towering over the now disarmed, kneeling Aelya, you offer a blithe, senseless smile. "Say your prayers - the Light is done." Aelya bows her head and offers a prayer to Japhiel - graciously, you wait for her to finish, before using your thin, skeletal digits to rip out her throat.
Killer killing an assassin / Undead Provacateur killing a tainted infiltrator:
You close in upon Kaimanahi, and smile wickedly. The rotting are swirling about you, yet they hardly notice you. Those that come for you are easily dispatched - and so shall this beast. Indeed, this foul creature is your enemy - for all are. Yet, as you draw in upon her, you smell the putrid stench of her rotting soul, smeared and marred by the putrid offal cast off by the Almighty Kethuru. In this you are similar, but you... You are stronger, better, faster, smarter - this wretched is hardly worthy of calling herself alive, something that, deep inside, you agonizingly yearn to be. You grab Kaimanahi by the shoulder and spin her around, shock and horror coming across her features. You quickly unravel the illusion wrapped about her - strong, Ladantine, but not strong enough. Gleefully you rip it asunder, casting it aside, before breaking each arm in two fluid motions of your hands. Bone cracks and splinters as angry red flesh is rent like rotting cloth, your emaciated fingers digging easily through the muscle and flesh of her back. The tips of your probing digits find what they seek, and you eagerly grasp at it. Triumphantly, you jerk back, tearing free a length of Kaimanahi's spinal column, eliciting an agonized scream that quickly dies into a wet, gurgling noise as your victim goes limp. With a negligent jab, you jab the segment of Kaimanahi's spine into the back of her skull and through to an eye socket, pinning the corpse to the wall.
Wait, you rip the sabre from her grasp and then fly across the wall? How do you tower over her then?
Seriously though, every time I play Celestian Vengeance, I notice at least two typos. I think my record was close to 8-10 in one game.
She strikes you in the arm, and her weapon sticks in your arm bone. You flail your arm, jerking her weapon out of her hand and sending it flying over the wall.
It's not a typo, it's just oddly written.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
The second message quoted also has some typos and strange phrases.
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It's also the strangest scenario of the games I've played in, in the sense that the characters are stopping to chat and intrigue in the lull between waves of enemies during battle. For comparison, Seren's is set during a time of historical intrigue, during which it was hard to tell friend from foe. Hallifax's isn't during outright war at all, as I remember it, there are masked enemies sneaking into the city to make chaos, or something to that effect. Besides the overblown (and glitchy) writing style of Celest's vengeance, its setting is least to my taste as well.
Magnagora's is also intrigue and 'one of the noble houses is taking advantage of the chaos caused by the Taint Wars to eliminate their competitors - only the Ninth can do this, and they wouldn't be being CAUGHT if they were the Ninth. Find and kill these idiots.'
Chakraja looks about for a moment before nodding her head. She proceeds to hang a festive shark pinata from an admittingly ideal spot, leaving it to swing idly in the breeze.
With preternatural grace, Zekrin springs into a devastating roundhouse kick, his flamboyant display of skill causing a crack to appear in the pinata's side.
Swinging his fist, Avurekhos smashes it against a festive shark pinata, causing an audible crack to be heard.
Romaan bows his head in a brief prayer before drawing his arm back and unleashing a devastating punch to a festive shark pinata's nose. An almighty crack rings through the area, and Romaan cannot help but grin at his own strength.
With preternatural grace, Chakraja springs into a devastating roundhouse kick, her flamboyant display of skill causing a crack to appear in the pinata's side.
Swinging his fist, Avurekhos smashes it against a festive shark pinata, causing an audible crack to be heard.
Romaan bows his head in a brief prayer before drawing his arm back and unleashing a devastating punch to a festive shark pinata's nose. An almighty crack rings through the area, and Romaan cannot help but grin at his own strength.
With preternatural grace, Zekrin springs into a devastating roundhouse kick, his flamboyant display of skill causing a crack to appear in the pinata's side.
"Wow!" Arundei exclaims!
Swinging his fist, Avurekhos smashes it against a festive shark pinata, causing an audible crack to be heard.
Unable to take any more abuse, a festive shark pinata explodes into countless bits of confetti which get caught up in the wind. The contents of a festive shark pinata go spilling everywhere!
(stuff goes everywhere, including this bag...)
Darvellan picks up a small red bag.
Darvellan takes a candied middle finger from a small red bag.
You have emoted: Saoirse gathers the cards and shuffles them once, twice. Finally, she lays out twenty-two cards on the table in a diamond pattern.
You say to Everiine, "Please choose a card."
You have emoted: Saoirse flings a tarot card at Everiine, and a jester appears with a slack jawed expression. With a mad jingling of his bells, the fool throws a custard pie in Everiine's face.
You say, "You have chosen the card of the Fool."
You ask, "Would you like to know the fortune on this card or would you like to choose another?"
You say, "Oh if you haven't yet, please read the pamphlet if you'd like to know what the cards represent."
With your mighty index finger extended, you poke a leafy pamphlet of ethereal vellum.
Grandmistress @Chakraja McCloud, the Autumn Star chants, "Fortune. Fortune. Fortune."
Wiping the custard from his face, frowning, High Chief Everiine Silvermoon the Wise, Centaur Brother says to you, "This one."
@Darvellan has won the game of freeze tag in the Pearl of the Amberle! XD
@Eliron Shee-Slaugh pulls a fresh handkerchief from his pack and discreetly offers it to Everiine.
Everiine doesn't take it, but wipes his face again, especially where the custard has gotten into his head feathers under his helm.
You say to Everiine, "The card reads: Like the Fool himself, you are deceptive, but honestly so. There is more to you than appears on the surface, and you possess hidden strength and potential that may be unknown even to yourself. Once you understand that you encompass far more than simply what others see of you or think of you, you shall have taken the step on the journey to true wisdom."
Eliron Shee-Slaugh returns the handkerchief to his pack with a faint smile, then gestures to his own ear to indicate where Everiine missed a spot.
The minor suits would be the same, except maybe substitute Tomes for Coins (earth). The meanings might be a lot different in Lusternia though, since I really don't see the sword suit as fitting Hallifax, but that's just me.
Sword would fit Hallifax just fine. One suit for each of the major castes (Artists, Scientists, Soldiers, Bureaucracy) and pretend that the tiny merchant caste doesn't exist and that the laborers are too low status to get a suit to themselves.
Any sufficiently advanced pun is indistinguishable from comedy.
Just feels like a Lusternian tarot deck would be set up for the Old Celestine Empire, with Wands (fire) as Gaudi, Cups (water) as Celest, Tomes (earth) as Magnagora, which leaves Swords (air) for Hallifax.
On doing a bit more research and brushing up on the suits, though, swords fits just fine, as Air represents intellect, rationality, power, and thoughts.[1]
Cups, however, seems to have been switched with Wands, with water here representing inspiration, ideas, spirituality, and energy flow, and fire representing emotion, feelings, creativity, and feelings. [1]
Cups, however, seems to have been switched with Wands, with water here representing inspiration, ideas, spirituality, and energy flow, and fire representing emotion, feelings, creativity, and feelings. [1]
Lol. I'm not a Tarot reader irl and this was just for fun. We only had 2 days of prepping and the Tarot readings were for people who weren't participating in games so it was just a simple fortune telling thingie!
I'll come up with more complex stuff when I have more time to prep
And Ev was ready to punch that smirk off of @Eliron :P .
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
"Lord Portius landed the first blow in this battle, with a short story called 'The Aslaran Who Couldn't Roar.' Afflicted by some aberration in his feline physiology, the mane character of this tail searches far and wide for a cure. So rare and unusual is the purr boy's condition that his case gives paws even to the most learned physicians."
Lord Windwhisper's response, "The Imperial Heir," tells of an aging childless Emperor who, having throne away all hope of producing an heir, selects and raises an orphan as his own. The child is shaped for excellence in all fields, from diplomacy to athletics to sciontific pursuits, and in most cases, he largely succeeds. But despite his careful grooming, things get heiry when the Illuminati set their sights on corrupting the young prince.
Not to be outdone, Zitto produced "The Mountain Misadventure," in which a hapless expeditionary team becomes lost on their way to Mount Seirode. Readers may glean valuable lessons from the tribulations of the protagonists, namely, if you mountain exploratory expedition of your own, be sure you can adequately read a map.
Though they may not suit every reader's taste, each of the above works represents a tangible contribution to the city's burgeoning culture, and is thus to be celebrated. No punitive action will be taken against the authors for their offenses against certain readers' sensibilities.
Any sufficiently advanced pun is indistinguishable from comedy.
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Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
I just pulled the ones that had really great puns in the YIR specifically.
But here is the one on Talan's book:
Trade Minister Talan Ysav'rai made her own contribution to the war effort with "Arabella Arthar'rt." This amusing story tells of an unfortunately inept aide to the Library of Universal Knowledge, who, like Minister Ysav'rai herself, reveals a hitherto undeclared talant for punnery, and subsequently schemes to deploy it to earn the favor of the cruel Librarian.
Any sufficiently advanced pun is indistinguishable from comedy.
Tonight at 8: The Chairman has some cuttlefish. Is this the beginning of the end? Or are we just seeing the emergence of a new creature - the Collectiveling? Stay tuned and more importantly... phabulous!
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
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Also, awesome messages.
It's not a typo, it's just oddly written.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
You should've come up with Lusternia flavoured suits! Unless there are those already.
Must be quite sensitive.
And Ev was ready to punch that smirk off of @Eliron :P .
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
The highlight reel, for you silly foreigners:
"Lord Portius landed the first blow in this battle, with a short story
called 'The Aslaran Who Couldn't Roar.' Afflicted by some aberration in
his feline physiology, the mane character of this tail searches far and
wide for a cure. So rare and unusual is the purr boy's condition that
his case gives paws even to the most learned physicians."
Lord Windwhisper's response, "The Imperial Heir," tells of an aging
childless Emperor who, having throne away all hope of producing an heir,
selects and raises an orphan as his own. The child is shaped for
excellence in all fields, from diplomacy to athletics to sciontific
pursuits, and in most cases, he largely succeeds. But despite his
careful grooming, things get heiry when the Illuminati set their sights
on corrupting the young prince.
Not to be outdone, Zitto produced "The Mountain Misadventure," in which
a hapless expeditionary team becomes lost on their way to Mount Seirode.
Readers may glean valuable lessons from the tribulations of the
protagonists, namely, if you mountain exploratory expedition of your
own, be sure you can adequately read a map.
Though they may not suit every reader's taste, each of the above works
represents a tangible contribution to the city's burgeoning culture, and
is thus to be celebrated. No punitive action will be taken against the
authors for their offenses against certain readers' sensibilities.
NARF!
Vive l'apostrophe!
But here is the one on Talan's book:
Trade Minister Talan Ysav'rai made her own contribution to the war
effort with "Arabella Arthar'rt." This amusing story tells of an
unfortunately inept aide to the Library of Universal Knowledge, who,
like Minister Ysav'rai herself, reveals a hitherto undeclared talant for
punnery, and subsequently schemes to deploy it to earn the favor of the
cruel Librarian.
NARF!
NARF!
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.